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Press frowned and looked at the piece of wood. He was thinking of a name for his club.

"How about the 'Pressers'?" Dane asked Press.

"What are you doing here, Dane? And how do you get past my security system?" Press asked.

"Pressers is a good name for the club. You and I could be the founders of this club!"

"Go away, Dane. Go kill people or something. That's a joke, Dane," Press said glaring at Dane.

"I HATE YOU, PRESS!" Dane said.

"Oh, my life's over," Press sighed.

"Be my best friend and we can rule the world!" Dane giggled.

"Sorry, world domination isn't my thing."

"You still hate me!"

"Oh, how'd you guess?"

"Why do you hate me?"

"You kill people, you dream of world domination, and you goal for life is to make a movie called 'The Notebook'!"

"Hey, it's about a special notebook!"

Press sighed.

"Go away!"

"NO! I WON'T GO AWAY! WHY DO YOU HATE EVERYONE? ARE YOU INSECURE? DO YOU HAVE A MENTAL PROBLEM? DO YOU HAVE A DOG?"

"…WTF? A dog? What's that got to do with anything? I'm not insecure! And you have mental problems, buddy."

"MY MOMMY JUST SAYS I'M SPECIAL!" Dane shouted.

"Please go away. I'm very busy! HAVING A LIFE!" Press shouted at Dane.

"Fine, I won't be your friend!"

"Aw, really? Too bad, now go away."

"YOU GO AWAY!"

"This is my house," Press explained.

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No it's not."

Yes, it- GAHH! Just go away!"

"I'll be back," Dane said.

"Go make 'The Notebook'" Press waved his hand. "Hey! The Travelers is a good name!"

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